anyone looking for me this weekend? Something blew out the internet at my house on Friday night/Saturday morning.

So, imagine this: It's midnight. The room is dark. A woman is lying in bed, apparently asleep. Suddenly she gets up, walks across the room, scrawls the words "Underworld King" and goes back to bed smiling.

Making macaroni for the end of NaNo potluck party.

Hello! I will now tell you a story about twists of fate.

Greetings from Farmville! It is snowing here.

Fifty thousand words!

Had the most dreadful nightmare. I dreamed I was stuck back working at Rose's again.

I have new Pokemon! And yet I feel obligated to write words for NaNo first...

Home from knitting! It's very cold out there today.

In a world that is constantly changing, there is something oddly reassuring in the fact that they're still casting plastic dinosaurs from the exact same molds they used when I was a kid.